Chapter 3
Soon, he was moaning, “I’m gonna…oh, God, I’m gonna…”
“Do it! Yes!”
He cried out in ecstasy. I slowed my movements and then stopped, basking in the feeling. His hands released the headboard and clutched my thighs, running his hands up and down. His right hand ran all the way up, grabbing me and squeezing.
His eyes closed, he mumbled, “Did you cum?”
I let out a shaky breath. “No.”
He let go of me and rolled over, forcing me to get off of him. I laid on my stomach next to him and stroked his back with my hand. Soon, his snores were vibrating the bed.
I sighed and stood, grabbing my phone and heading to the bathroom. I helped myself in the shower, using it as an opportunity for release and to clean myself.
I’d been with Hector for two years, living with him for the last six months. And I’d lost count of the number of times I’d been left unsatisfied.